Fantasy and me.

I have become more than ridiculous at this blogging thing...

I did however write a short story and was supposed to write one a day but look at me now... I'm still at one story :D 

I intend to type it out here for posterity because I'm pretty sure I will end up losing this piece of paper I wrote it on TWO MONTHS AGO if I don't. 

DAMMIT! It just hit me I'm using it as a bookmark for this book I'm reading by Terry Goodkind that I randomly found on the Nairobi City Streets (Kui, when you read this a few months later... kindly remember that your brain really wanted to write "outchea" but you figured you're too grown but you still wanted to be hip and remind your brain...)

*gasps*

I always thought Terry Goodkind was a WOMAN! Well, his name IS Terry... but that would then explain why in this book, his first book the woman is always crying and emotional. It makes it hard for me to relate to her... I'm not the squishy kind... but it made me think this person (the author) was in touch with their emotions *giggling* 

Any whooot, this his book, his first book is called Wizard's First Rule. I finally understand what it means to be at the edge of your seat when reading... I'm constantly in a state of errrm - flux? Like reading it makes me want to throw it away because the protagonist and his Bae (yeah I wrote it) are CONSTANTLY in danger! And there are underlying currents to what's going on that makes me want to scream...

LE SIGH!

I must instantly pay for my iced cappucino (came to use free wi-fi at the Oval while dropping off a sample for Simi) and go home and partake of it for the next two hours before I have to pick up guys from the hotel (Pullman's in Westlands where we're fitting caesarstone in the bathrooms).

In other news I need to learn how to stop promising shit I can't deliver on.

Na kwa hayo machache...

I'm out!